Antlers
Out of velvet, winter.
Out of the center, the idea splits.
Wilder stars, my eyes leap
my head is soft,
it does not end here in the cleft
between my ears:
fragment, dream, map that ...
Two Poems by Jennifer K. Sweeney
LAR Online, Poetry
At the end of touch there's a bright winter,
............acid-green pines,
the splayed wings of branches, waxy filaments
...........................canceled by fresh snow,
crisp and white like bows on a butcher's ...
Chromatics of Touch by Andrea Jurjević
LAR Online, Poetry
Reviewed by Roy White
Vanishing Acts
Poems by Brian Barker
Southern Illinois University Press, March 2019
$15.95, 72 pp.
ISBN-13: 978-0809337279
Many things are vanishing in Brian Barker’s Vanishing ...
Review: Vanishing Acts by Brian Barker
Book Reviews, LAR Online, Poetry
A True Story
I never told you the true story of the rabbits,
she said as she cut our ham into small pearled squares.
We chased peas around plates with our spoons,
our milk waiting cold and white and ...
Two poems by Sophia Stid
LAR Online, Poetry
Summer Evening
See far, very far, there above the last Red!
There over the Forest, the blackish Walls. One
Water still gleams white. Silence lives there,
Keeping-Secret and Cooling ...
Two poems by Johannes Bobrowski
LAR Online, Poetry, Translations
Reviewed by Emily Pérez
Be Recorder
Poems by Carmen Giménez Smith
Graywolf Press, August 2019
$16.00, 96 pp.
ISBN-13: 978-1555978488
In Be Recorder, her most important collection of poetry to date, ...
Review: Be Recorder by Carmen Giménez Smith
Book Reviews, LAR Online
Playing chess I realize how tired I am
of the patriarchy, how the winning move
involves the king, the useless piece
who can only skate square to square.
When playing checkers, I taught my daughter
to say as she ...
Queen Me by Kelli Russell Agodon
LAR Online, Poetry
Sea Poems: #3
Silence was a bouquet of roses
in my throat.
The song of the seashore
was the breeze from my kiss and your open eyelids.
Over the waters, the wind bird
was unsettled among the nest of ...
Two Poems by Yadollah Royai
LAR Online, Poetry, Translations
Sketch the face of the man whose head was shot
but my hand mis-draws lines like this:
we were at a parade, he just got caught
in the crossfire. But his jaw was stronger
than that. Yes, there was BBQ and we
were ...
Still Life of Second-Line by Lizabeth Yandel
LAR Online, Poetry
